As you all know, Girl Ninja and I spent an epic weekend playing tourist in San Francisco (I’ll be posting about the trip tomorrow). You also know we’ve been wrestling with a major life decision. You can read about this decision here and here. In my last plea for help, 88 of you commented on what you would do. Of those 88 comments, about 84 recommended we take the dream job. I’m glad to say, we have made our decision…
We are moving to Seattle!!!!
I know, I know. Seattle was definitely the unpopular option. So why pick it? Well, I’ve come to realize a few things over the last week…
1) I use the word “dream” way to loosely. Instead of calling it a dream job, I should have been calling it “a really unique/once in a lifetime opportunity.” Honestly, I have no clue what the heck I want to do with my life. I got so caught up in the exclusivity of the position, I started to convince myself it was my dream. I think about it like this. Say you apply to Yale. You don’t really think you have a shot at getting in, but you apply anyways. Sure enough, a few months later, you hear back and find out you are accepted. At first you get super stoked that Yale picked you as one of the 6% of applicants they make offers to. Suddenly, Yale becomes the school of your dreams. But then, after the initial excitement wears off, you remember you never actually planned to, or dreamed about, going to Yale. No, you’ve always wanted to go to UCLA. Is it really cool that you got in to Yale? Yes. But does it mean that you should go to Yale? Probably not.
2) Things change. When I applied for the dream job, I was single. Now I’m married. As you can imagine, my life is way different than it was two years ago when I first sent my job application off. I mean, I’m still learning how to live with a girl. I’m learning that no matter how bad I want Girl Ninja to, she will never laugh after I fart. But most importantly, I’m learning how to be less selfish. The mobility agreement the dream job required simply asked too much. If I wanted to be told where I had to live, and how long we would be able to live there, I would have joined the military. We love Seattle. A great opportunity came up to move there, and we jumped on it.
3) The job is crazy dangerous. While bad guys and guns sounds really cool (probably because it is), I had to remind myself there was a reason I would be carrying a gun: I might find myself in a situation that I’d have to use it. Now, I’m 100% sure if someone pointed a gun at me, I would have no problem pulling the trigger and taking their life before they took mine. I don’t have an issue with carrying or using a gun. But never, under any circumstance, would I want a gun pointed at me. I have no desire to leave Girl Ninja a widow or single mom. As I browsed through the agencies database of agents that have been killed in action, I couldn’t help but think…what if that was me? Do I really want to do this work bad enough to potentially leave Girl Ninja husband-less? Sorry, but I’m not sure I do.
Those three factors are reason enough to turn down the dream job, but at the end of the day, our decision really came down to one crucial fact. Our hearts are in Seattle. Many recommended taking the dream job, because if we didn’t, we would maybe end up regretting our decision. That was probably the best advice I could have asked for. When I thought about moving to Seattle, I never once found myself wondering “Would I regret passing up the dream job?”, but as I thought about going with the dream job I consistently found myself thinking “Did I make the right choice?”
I know our decision to pursue Seattle is an unpopular one, but it’s the right decision for us. Besides, we still have a whole slew of adventures ahead. For example, moving all our stuff 1,200 miles. Finding a new apartment. Eventually buying a home. Probably having a couple dozen baby ninjas. And I’m sure I’ll be applying to a ton of new “dream” jobs over the coming months/years. Ha! Who said Seattle wouldn’t be an adventure? Bring it on!!!!